Poetry as a gift of spring

Poetry is a gift of spring;

1. This gift was sent by Feng Chun Express. On the spring night when the grass was about to sprout, I was awakened by the cheerful cry of the courier. I'm an old friend I haven't met for a long time, and spring scenery can't live up to it. Is there any reason why I can't accept this gift? Walking in the morning exercise with singing, those shivering cold suddenly disappeared in the compass of solar terms, and a ten-mile banquet was set up on the high and low branches.

2. Take light steps, send gifts of spring, soft spring breeze, and take poetic steps. The golden yellow rape blossoms exude the fragrance of flowers, which is a gift from the wind. Warm spring rain constantly moistens the earth, and green grass dresses up the city.

Spring breeze pursues the dream of sunshine, embroiders all over the earth, and peach blossoms have never lost to rosy clouds. Snow White smiled and dyed her cheeks red. The lake reflects a beautiful canyon, draws a beautiful picture, and reaches out to pick a wisp of fragrance. Borrow a warm breeze and send it to your dream. When you wake up, you will be delighted to find that there is a beautiful little flower beside the pillow, which exudes a refreshing fragrance. It is a gift of spring.